The Sands of Memory

Hourglass of Memory

The Grains of Yesterday

The dreams we held, like pebbles in the stream, are smoothed by hours,
 by days that drift and climb, as time unfolds a river, slow and wide.

A Shifting Grain

The clock's soft chime, a whisper in the quiet, Marks moments melting, flowing ever on. A single breath, a fleeting, tender riot, Before the current carries it to dawn. The dreams we held, like pebbles in the stream, Are smoothed by hours, by days that drift and climb. A golden light, once sharp, a vibrant gleam, Now softened by the gentle hand of time. Each cherished scene, a ghost upon the breeze, Recalled in fragments, beautiful and frail. Lost to the currents, drifting through the trees, A fading whisper, or a distant trail.

The Enduring Echo

Yet not all vanishes to silent dust, Some echoes cling, defying every year. A feeling's pulse, a love, a quiet trust, That time refines, making its purpose clear. The heart remembers, not the path precisely, But sunlight caught, a laughter, pure and deep. A timeless truth, etched in the soul concisely, The promises a waking mind can keep. Though shadows lengthen, and the season turns, The essence holds, a beacon ever bright. A fire softly, constantly that burns, Illuminating memory's softest light.

Now's Gentle Tide

So time unfolds, a river, slow and wide, Carrying dreams from shores of long ago. And in this current, we serenely glide, Where past and present gently ebb and flow. The reminiscence, not a yearning pain, But grateful solace, for the moments shared. A quiet wisdom, washed by sun and rain, For every fleeting dream the heart has dared. And in the 'now,' a gentle, rising tide, We find the truth that memory has taught. With time as witness, standing by our side, A life well-lived, a journey finely wrought.